A deleted letter

Adeeb Kamal Ad-Deen

In the black night,

The moon was walking quietly

Turning to me in a black quiet

Lighting my heart with a lot of tears

*

My beloved said: Is there a mirror in your heart?

I said: Yes,

And I have seen your name written on it

So I wiped it with a little salt

And a lot of ash.

*

The poet who wrote a lot about the letter and the dot died

And left nothing to me

Except the book of his poems,

From which I cut off a piece of paper every day

And stuck it on my heart

To stop the raving.

*

In the forest of my wild life,

Every time I cut a tree to set a fire

I found it full of the crows’ eggs,

The jinns’ feathers

And the exile’s roars.

*

I got tired of imprisoning my letter forever

I released him at night

To play in my memory’s garden.

*

I saw you naked at the beginning of the song.

In order to compose you

I needed only one kiss.

*

Like Gilgamesh losing his friend Enkidu

While he searches for the herb of immortality,

I lost my letter

While I am searching for my dot,

I mean my life.

*

Because my heart is a broken tendon oud

So I will stop playing forever

Because the heart surgeon

Does not know how to fix a heart that has become an oud,

And the reformer of the oud

Does not know how to fix an oud that has become a heart.

*

I no longer have the joys of the song

Only the illusion of hearing it in a dream.

*

I had to be very bold

To ask a nest for my bird in your tough tree

At the time you stole its dream in front of me

And threw it into the deep past.

*

When my poem dropped and burned

I opened its black box after a lot of hard work

To find only one letter;

A deleted letter.

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The poem published in Prosopisia: An International Journal of Poetry & Creative Writing Vol-Xlll, No, 1, 2019

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